Desperate to get away from everyone, Tom moves up north for some peace and quiet

Tom had been in the liquor business for 25 years. Finally, sick of the stress, he quits his job and buys 50 acres of land in the remote North where he builds himself a cabin as far from humanity as possible. He drives out of the bush to get his mail and groceries once a month. Otherwise he never sees a single soul and lives in total peace and quiet.

After six months or so of almost total isolation, someone knocks on his door. He opens it and sees a huge, bearded man standing there.

"Name's Lars, yer nearest neighbor from forty miles up the road ... Havin' a Christmas party Friday night...Thought you might like to come. About 5:00."